Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been goneway back to New York Citywhere you do belongHoney, I missed your two toned kisses,legs wrapped around me tightIf I ever get back to Fun City, girl,I'm gonna make you scream all night.

Honey, honey, call me on the telephone,I know you're movin' out to Hollywoodwith your can of tasty foamAll those beat up friends of minegot to get you in their glovesAnd lead guitars and movie starsget in the tub and get your hood.

Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's,now that's what I call obscene,your tricks with fruit was kind a cute,I bet you keep your pussy clean.Honey, I miss your two tone kisses,legs wrapped around me tight.If I ever get back to New York, girl,gonna make you scream all night.

Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with youfor givin' head to Steve McQueen,yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair,ballin' through the Silver Screen.Honey, I'm open to anythingI don't know where to draw the line.Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you don't getJohn Wayne before he dies.